Mmmmm....vanilla yogurt...with kashi crunch on it...let it sit overnight in the fridge and damn, you've got yerself a delicious (correct spelling thank you very much alan) treat!  I ate two tangerine's an hour ago that I thought would end me.  They were that acidic on my estomago.  I've just decided that it's break time from a frenetic day of coordination, follow-up and yes, meetings.  I've nabbed a copy of The New York Times Magazine and am ready to delve in with utter abandon and enjoyment.  My artistic sensibilities have been stirred in a serious way lately and I cannot wait to produce.  It's my style, once I start: I will become obsessed.  It's just how I operate on a day-to-day basis. 

I find myself falling asleep quite easily and early in the evenings.  Last night was a good example....I made dinner  then went to read my book and promptly passed out.  It was 7:45pm.  I awoke at almost 9 and struggled to get outta bed.  I had to make my lunch for today, pick out an outfit and wash my gym clothes.  All those tasks completed, I even cleaned the bathroom prepping for Michael's impending visit.  I gchatted for an hour then got into bed.  Tossed and turned, heard Justin return to the apartment.  Chatted for a minute or two.  Finally fell asleep at 11 then got a phone call at 11:40 and talked until midnight.  Unable to sleep, I then got up, heated up the miso soup Justin brought home for me, ate it, talked to him and Ed returned home.  Then I struggled to fall back asleep.... Damn, this morning was rough.  I pulled it together and still managed to schlep my ass to the gym.  I hit the cardio begrudgingly but used my resentment against the pilates ball and my abs were the ones that suffered my sleepiness.  What motivates me most of all is knowing that I've got to call my family to make sure they're up and awake.  We typically will call each other but I've had the upper hand lately and called the earliest.  Cassidy will answer and in rapid fire speak I'll say, "GOODMORNINGGOODMORNINGGOODMORNING!!!" at the top of my lungs as I try to navigate the car, shift and drink soy & saccharine saturated coffee.  In the sleepiest, most heart wrenching, cutest voice EVER she'll repeat back, 'good...morning....good....morning....goooood...mooorrrnnning....' I always smile into the phone and remember how much I love the little babies.  It's my personal goal to try and make sure she's not late for school for the rest of the year.